Posts for 2020 (page 74)

many years ago
I collected chipped dishes
flowers on the rims
though I’ve ended the practice
I still miss broken dishes
                   *
teapot on table
thank you for forgiving me
cinnamon & orange linger
when bad thoughts overtake me
I must remember to breathe
                    *
his hands twirl with mud
my potter friend is a pro
perfectly glazed cup
when heartache breaks his window
perfection turns to soft tears
                    *
dinner plates washed clean
one blissful day with no fights
I stack the cabinet full
a long path leads to peace
with resting spots well worth it
                     *
green glass flower vase
rests on your grandfather’s desk
white roses blooming
he worked hard, never gave up
I’m sorry I never met him

We locked eyes
securing them together
with super-glue,
the world jolted forward
throwing my mind to you,
the chatter
surrounding us went mute
as your voice rang
through and made home
in my head,
and with a quick wave
of your arm
it’s as if your
fist clasped around
my heart
and pulled me
right back in.

There are revelations that leave
a man broken. 

Today, I ran my fingers along the razor
edge of fissures,

Paul and Pythia
finding intersection 

in the body.  A thorn, a vapor,
rising, burrowing, inside

the temple.  I question
if either could be

blood of your blood,
the deepest chasm

buried in, splitting
the flesh

out
of complacency.

Calculations

disinterested as the moon
in calculations on the formula
for all soils and sandstone

irresistible currents
traffic the sea-canyons
as numbers of finned
bodies slick between
bars of Mercator

projections — distorted
images of a world
replete with fury
and sound they set

waves in motions
rolling rocking
across vast spaces of midnight
sky and ripple with subterfuge
like irregular notes of a sleepless

mockingbird lost
beyond the open
window of your past

We were in sevens you and I

Smack-peck,                                                                         Smackpecksmackpeck
You kissed me.                                                                     Smackpecksmack
Quickly, you kissed me.                                                     I don’t love you kiddo…

                                                                                                But your cute is contagious.

Take all of me—                                                                   I take you only,
More than a friend, not                                                     A friend at most…
Cutsie in a little box.                                                           You’re cute, I think I’ll
                                                                                                keep you, keep you.
                                                                                                You’re adorable.

Take all of me, 
Take my all.                                                                          Take just what I am,
This kiss burns.                                                                   That kiss burns when you  
                                                                                                cling to me.
I don’t have time for this.                                                  Give it just a minute.

                                                                                                You’ll never know.

I want to know how                                                            (You don’t have a clue.)
To win you.
And why this?                                                                       It’s just that you have to ask.
                                                                                                 You have to ask!

Smack-peck-in-sevens.                                                        
                                                                                                 I know what you’re feeling.
Not a lover—
Striking                                                                                  Striking yes, but then,
Lonely like an anvil.                                                            I told you I was lonely, and 
Those sparks.  My heart.                                                    Waiting on the fire.

                                                                                                 It’s not you.

This is unkind.                                                                      Waiting is kind.
And love is not yours                                                          I have love boy, and
Or mine.                                                                                 It is mine.  

The locust have awakened

Their deep slumber broken by the sultry heat of summer

They sing

The trees curtained with the sound of times passing

I heard them once before

When I was younger

My little face looking towards the trees

Knowing that when I heard them again I’d be older

My dirty hands and scraped knees are now clean and healed

Their screams reminding me that nothing but their awakening remains the same

a worm (me. You. ) has moved to the city. It experiences strife fear strangeness love mistakes excitement anger joy.

(On sidewalk) a man:

You, worm, disgust me. I should like to crush You beneath my heel for deigning to mar my view.

Worm: it is complacency that should disgust you!

Worm: it takes me 8 minutes to type “ big sexy ass video “ into the google search bar because I am very small and I must drag my body across the keyboard 

A man: worms have no feelers!

Worm: you have no dominion!

(Worm wears a headband with feelers on it) l

he laughed towards the candles
and his crown flashed in the back of his mouth 
we all lit our own our own in the neighborhood 
sparks for all of us, big and small

Morning came again, bright as Technicolor,
as I woke from a dream about death.

(in dreams, lately, I have been

Shut up I don’t have anything else
I don’t have pockets inside
oh my ideas please shout to me
should I put it in my mouth
that’s snowballing